At 8:00 the guests reassembled in the dining room.
"Look what I found," Celeste whispered to Jennifer. She pulled out an oddly-shaped knife, strangely bulbous at the bottom, with a long, round shaft.
"Ah, yes," Bart said, "The phallus. An apt tool with which to kill an author."
"A phallus!" Celeste dropped the object abruptly.
"Mah apple corer!" Presse-puree shouted, "Yew and the Ti-D-Bowl Man are conspiring against me!"
He returned the apple corer to his pocket.
'I hope he's careful sitting down," Jennifer said.